HOMRA'S Black Cat

Multiroute Fanfiction

Choice EA Part 6 – TMBH

Love and Family Route

Ahead of him, Akagi and Bandō dashed up the stairs. The teen lazily taking his time, as they finally reached the fifth floor of the building and his illusions took over the floor. The forth floor bustling below them, as Bandō pulled open the door to an office, and the teen relaxed against the wall by the stairwell. The HOMRA duo disappearing into the room, as the teen relaxed and closed his eyes. His ears picking up every little sound on the floor he was on, and the one below him, as people leisurely came onto the floor and left as if he wasn't there. The lot of them lost in a typical, easy to pull, illusion the cat strain concocted as the people under the spell created their own illusions in a sense. Their past memories of work, and interactions with fellow co-workers, filling the holes the teen couldn't produce as it gave the duo the perfect opportunity to do what they wanted and not get caught. All the while the teen himself was disguised as a perfectly disguised potted plant, within the illusions.

"How much time, Nekota-kun?" Akagi suddenly asked, as the teen opened his eye to see the man leaned out of the office door and watching him.

"Fifteen minutes." He replied, as Akagi stuck his head back in the office and replayed the information to the man currently hacking the boss's computer.

"Shit, can't we have more time?" Bandō complained, as the teen barely made out the sound of frantic clacking on a keyboard. "This security wall is ridiculous."

"We only get twenty minutes, San-chan."" Akagi reminded, as the man grumbled. "And it's going to take us a bit to get out of the building, too."

"Damn it. Can't he just come in here and focus on less people?" In response, Akagi stuck his head back out and looked at him.

"I have to have everyone on the floor under it or the illusions will be out of sync with reality and we'll be found out." He replied, as Akagi blinked and disappeared again.

"Nope." Was the upbeat male's simple reply, as Nekota rolled his eyes and Bandō grumbled in response.

"Is there anyway I can help, San-chan?"

"Yeah, stay there and shut up." A whine reached Nekota's ears, as he watched the people roam the floor and talk to one another.

Everyone dressed nicely in suits and office wear, as the teen frowned and scanned the people on the floor in their cubicles. The sight extremely amusing, as the higher ups bullied their workers, and everyone frantically moved about to complete their work. Something he found sad, due to the fact these sore losers didn't know their boss was a gang leader and taking advantage of the company, as something caught the corner of his eye and the teen quickly turned to it. A single person on the roof of a nearby building catching his eye, as he frowned and squinted in an attempt to get a better look.

A male, no older than Akagi, stood on the building's roof a few buildings away. His clothing dark, and his hair a deep brunette, as the teen frowned and slowly made his way to the window across the floor. Akagi questioning from along the way, as the teen ignored him and stopped beside the glass. His eyes taking a few moments to adjust, before they widened and he harshly swallowed.

Was it him, or was the guy staring right at him?

"How much longer?" Nekota demanded, as Akagi relayed the message and Bandō growled.

"I need another five minutes." Bandō replied, as the man on the roof walked closer to the edge and seemed to stop and watch him. "The files are downloading."

"Well hurry up." Nekota snapped, as he blinked and the guy was gone. A curse leaving the teen, as he quickly moved toward the office and Akagi looked at him in worry.

"Nekota-kun-"

"We're leaving, now!" He ordered, as Bandō growled.

"I just said I need five minutes!" The man spoke, before Akagi's eyes widened and something crashed into the teen.

The force slamming him into a cubical, and leaving a nice sized dent behind, as the teen's vision swam and his illusion on the floor shattered. Gasps and shrieks leaving the employees around him, as Akagi called out for him and the teen groaned. His vision clearing enough to see the same man from the roof on top of him, as he smirked down at him and brushed his fingers against the young strain's face.

"At last I found you, little kitty." The man giggled, as the teen growled up at him and tried to move. A well-aimed punch slamming into his head, as he yelped and his vision swam. Akagi moving to help him, before the man was suddenly off of him and in front of the other to deliver a well aimed punch to his stomach. His clansmen crying out in pain, as he heard a thud and Bandō yelled out for the two of them. "Now, now. Be a good boy and stay there."

A growl left Bandō, as he thankfully stayed where he was, and the man from the roof turned to everyone in the floor. A sickening giggle leaving the maniac, as he walked toward the teen's side and his shoe titled the teen's head up. His vision still blurry, as the man grinned down at him and ignored the hushed voices of the employees around them.

"I have business with you, little kitty." The man spoke, before he kicked him in the face. The blow snapping his neck to the side, and breaking his jaw, as the hearing in his right ear disappeared and a cry left him. The man lifting him up by the hair, as he pulled him to his feet and the teen could feel the blood rolling down his face, and the metallic taste in his mouth. "It seems you ruined my little business."

"S-sorry pal, but I don't know you. So there's no way it's my fault." Nekota managed to speak, as he felt the blood in his mouth roll down his chin and he cursed. He bit his goddamn tongue open.

"Oh, no. It is your fault, little kitty." The man spoke, as his other hand grabbed his cheeks and the teen winced as his thumb dug into his broken jaw. "It seems a little strain went and got all my business partners sent to jail. So I asked around and I came to find this little strain used illusions."

A curse left Bandō from the office, as he pulled out the flash drive he had been using and reached for his phone. The action not lasting long, as the man holding him above the floor threw him across the room and into the office. His body colliding with his comrades, as Bandō let out a gasp of pain and his phone fell to the floor and slid across the tile. The teen now in too much pain to move, as the man under him maneuvered them around, while the teleporting strain walked toward them. The people on the floor finally getting a god damn brain, as they quickly ran to the stairs and vacated the floor in a wave of chaos.

"Bad boy. No calling for help." The man reprimanded, as he stopped in front of them and Bandō pulled him close to him.

"You're not touching him." He growled, as his aura activated and a giggle left the strain above them.

"Oh yes I will. In fact, I need to pay back the little kitty for ruining my business." The man spoke, as something heavy was pulled off the table and Bandō cursed.

"Ba-Bandō-san." Nekota managed to speak, as the man tightened his hold on him to let him know he was listening. "Don't let M-Mikoto come after me."

"Nekota-"

"T-Trust me. None of you want to see what might happen to me." He managed to quickly speak, as he heard the strain lift the heavy object over his head. "And I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about us, idiot." Bandō replied, before a sickening crack reached the teen's ears.

The sound making him wince, as the man's arms around him loosened and he slumped against the wall. Tears filling the teen's eyes, as he smelled the blood coming off the other and the heavy object hit the floor.

This was all his fault. All of it was his doing, and now his comrades could die because of him.

"There. That'll keep him quiet." The strain giggled, as he grabbed the teen by the hair and pulled him to his feet. A wince left the boy, as the man threw him over his shoulder and Akagi groaned from the other room. "Now you're all mine, little kitty."

The sound catching the male's attention briefly, as he heard Akagi shift slightly and hiss in pain.

"N-Nekota-kun." He managed to speak, as the tears finally rolled down the teen's face and a soft sob left him.

"I-I'm so sorry Akagi-san, Bandō-san."

And then he was gone.


A sigh left Mikoto as he lounged back in his spot on the couch. HOMRA's princess sitting beside him, and playing with her marbles, as Tatara animatedly talked beside Yata. The two of them talking about a new recipe the hobbyist was trying out, and talking like a bunch of housewives, while Chitose and Dewa talked with Eric and Fujishima. A frown on Eric's face all the while, and Fujishima ignoring them, as Kamamoto talked with Kusanagi and laughed at the past memory. The bar full of happy voices, and a calm atmosphere, as a frown still fell over the man's face and his eyes moved to the front door.

It had been over a half hour ago that he came down to hear that Nekota had gone out on a mission with Akagi and Bandō, for a simple information gathering assignment, and they had yet to come back. Something that probably wouldn't had bothered him that much, if it wasn't for the fact his lover was out in public using his powers and putting himself in danger. I mean sure they registered him, and he was allowed to use his powers, but the idea of the young cat strain out there in potential danger put him on edge.

"I can take care of myself, idiot."

Those had been the words he got as a reply after he returned from a mission with Kōsuke and Eric. The boy completely injury free, along with his clansmen, as he had plopped down beside him on the couch and leaned against him. The single gesture speaking volumes, as he had wrapped an arm around the teen and relaxed.

"If I was hurt I'd tell you." Nekota had muttered, his face slightly red.

And the man hadn't doubted him for a second. It just put him on edge when the boy left the bar. From what he had gathered, the past hadn't been kind to him and bad luck clung to him outside the safe haven of this very building. So of course he had a right to worry. Nekota wasn't just a clansman to him. He loved the brat.

"No!" Anna suddenly gasped, as she stood up abruptly and stared at her marbles in horror.

The entire room falling silent, as the red king turned to the girl and saw her marbles frantically spinning around the table. One in particular slowing down gradually, till another marble tapped it and it rolled into the center of the circle and stopped. The red light inside flashing in a panic, before it gradually slowed and dimmed to a soft glow.

"Anna, what's wrong?" Tatara asked, as his vassal looked at her in worry and approached the young girl. "Did you see something bad?"

A small nod left the girl, as she turned fearful eyes to the light brunette and her fingers grasped at her dress.

"N-Nekota is-"

Suddenly a slam filled the room, as something heavy hit the front door and everyone jumped. Yata the first to the door, as he flung it open and barely missed catching the two men that nearly collapsed onto the floor. Akagi the only one conscious of the two, as he tried his best to keep a bleeding Bandō from hitting the floor and his vanguard quickly helped him support his friend. The others quickly rushing to their aid, as Kusanagi grabbed a few clean rags and rushed over to them.

"What happened?" The bar owner demanded, as he placed a rag on Bandō's bleeding head in an attempt to stop the blood flow.

"H-he came out of nowhere and attacked Nekota-kun." Akagi shakily explained, as Dewa helped the man to his feet and supported the unsteady man. "I tried to help him, but the guy knocked me out. When I c-came too San-chan was bleeding everywhere and he had Nekota-kun. I tried to move, b-but then they were gone."

"Who is he?" Kusanagi questioned, as Kōsuke started treating Bandō and Eric quietly helped.

"I-I think it was the strain we couldn't find. The teleporting one." Akagi spoke with a little difficulty.

Slowly, silence fell over the bar like a sheet of ice, as the information slowly sank in. The red head practically frozen on the couch, as he turned to the young girl beside him and she gave him a nod. Her eyes full of nothing but pain, as he abruptly stood and all eyes fell on him.

"What did he look like?" The red king demanded, as Kusanagi stared at him as if he were going crazy and stood up.

"Mikoto, are you insane? Don't you see what the man did to them? You can't go into that alone." The blonde spoke angrily, as the male simply glared at him and his friend flinched. "Mikoto-"

"What does he look like?" He demanded once more, as Akagi harshly swallowed and clung to Dewa in an attempt to stay standing.

"N-Nekota-k-kun doesn't w-want you to go a-after him." A voice managed to speak, as Kōsuke and Eric backed up a little to reveal Bandō awake and barely conscious. His clansmen gazing up at him, but his gaze unfocused, as Akagi stumbled to his side and Dewa barely kept the man from face planting into the floor.

"San-chan, don't talk. You nearly had your head bashed open." Akagi shakily spoke, as he looked at him in worry and the barely conscious man ignored him.

"That's not his choice to make." Mikoto replied, as the male seemed to look at him sadly and let Akagi grab his hand.

"H-He begged me n-not to let y-you." Bandō spoke, as the man stared at his clansmen in slight shock and Akagi tried to get his friend to stop talking. "H-He doesn't w-want you to see wh-what will h-happen to him."

"San-chan, stop talking! You need to rest!" Akagi yelled, as he looked at him in worry and Kōsuke agreed with the statement.

"We need to move you to a spare bedroom and you need to rest." The animal lover spoke, as he carefully picked up the man and carried him up the stairs.

Eric and Akagi right behind him, with Dewa supporting Akagi, as Kusanagi turned to him and looked at him in worry.

"What do you want to do, Mikoto?"

The question hung in the air like a dead joke, as he hastily swallowed and his gaze fell to the floor. More than anything he wanted to go after the young strain, and bring him back to HOMRA safety, but with his clansmen's words echoing in his head his original decision had wavered. Why would Nekota want to stay away? Why wouldn't he want him to come to his aid? What could happen to him, that the teen wouldn't want him to see? Wasn't he being tortured and abused? Why would he beg his clansmen to keep him away? Why wouldn't he let him come to his rescue?

"King?" Tatara spoke up, as the man turned to his friend and saw the worried look on his face. The same expression on his clansmen's faces, as Anna took hold of his hand and looked up at him. The worried and determined emotion falling off all of them in waves, as he sighed and looked at the lot of them. Of course they were all worried about the cat strain, he was a part of HOMRA, and they never abandoned their own. So request of not, he couldn't stay away from the younger. Nekota needed him, and dangerous of not he was going to bring him back safely.

"Find out everything you can about the teleporting strain." He ordered, as serious nods were received and the worry diminished. "We need to find them as quickly as possible.

"YES, KING!"


"Wakey, wakey, little kitty." A voice cooed in the darkness, as the teen slowly started coming around. "Come on, little kitty. It's time to rise and shine."

It was then that the teen's eyes slowly opened and a groan of pain left him. His face and back aching all over, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness around him and he noticed the man above him. A huge grin on his face, and his hair falling in his face, as the teen noticed the crazy look in his eyes and it hit him. His body jolting upwards, and his power activating, before a hand wrapped around his throat and he was slammed into the wooden floor beneath him. The blow making his vision swim, as a flash of silver was seen out of the corner of his eye and nothing but pain burst from his palm. A cry of pain leaving his lips, as a giggle filled the air, and blood pooled out from under his punctured hand. The fingers around his neck dangerously tightening around his throat, as the pads dug into his skin and it became more difficult to breathe. The illusion he started to create shattering in seconds, as the man looked at him in amusement and black dots started to appear in the teen's vision.

"Now that the little kitty is awake, we can have fun." He spoke happily, as he loosened his grip on the teen's throat and the pocket knife in his hand was wretched out of his flesh. A wince leaving the teen, as he took in a breath of much needed air, and the man watched him happily as he coughed and tried to regulate his breathing. "After all, little kitty made me lose my business partners."

"W-Well sucks to be you." The teen gasped out, as he glared up at the man. "Of course they weren't much to begin with. They were a bunch of gullible low lives."

Within an instant, a fist smashed into his face, as his head snapped to the side, and the pocket knife dug into the flesh of his bruised left shoulder and tore through the black jacket and shirt he was wearing. The teen managing to hold back his cry, as blood filled his mouth and he tried his best not to choke on it. The male above him extremely unhappy with his reply, as he glared down at him and his fingers twitched around his throat. The man seconds away from strangling him, before he suddenly relaxed and smiled down at him as the teen spit blood onto the floor beside him.

"Of course they were. Anyone can fall prey to a well created illusion." He spoke in a sickly kind voice, as he reached into a duffle bag beside them and rooted around inside it. "The very few who can't be affected are the privileged, correct?"

A small frown fell over the teen's face in response, as the man chuckled and pulled out a wooden box.

"You trying to tell me you're immune?" Nekota challenged, as the man smirked and placed the wooden box on the floor and opened it so he couldn't see its contents.

"Of course, little kitty. You're little tricks can't affect me." He purred, as he leaned close to him and the smell of cigarettes filled the teen's nose. The odor almost making his gag, as the man's fingers caressed his cheek and the teen hissed. The action causing him to slap him across the face, as the knife still in his hand slashed across his face and left a deep red line across his cheek and nose. "Bad kitty. Looks like I need to train you."

"I'm not a god damn pet." Nekota hissed out, as the man finally set the blasted knife down and rooted around inside the wooden box. The sound of glass clinking together making the teen's stomach churn, as he the glanced around the room in an attempt to find a way out and found nothing. "And I would let me go if I were you. Once my comrades get back to the bar you'll have all of HOMRA after you."

"I don't care about them, little kitty. Besides, they won't find you." The male mussed, as he pulled out a syringe and a glass container full of clear liquid out of the box. The objects making his heart pound in fear, as sapphire eyes looked to the man and saw the pleasure in his eyes at his fear. "Do you know what this is, my little kitty? My business partners you sent to jail crafted it."

"Get off me." Nekota growled, as he glared at the male and tried to remember which pocket Suoh put his phone in. A chuckle leaving the man all the while, as he finally let go of his throat and started removing the drug out of the glass container via the syringe.

"No can do, little kitty. If I do you'll run away." He giggled, as he set the half empty container by the wooden box and tapped the syringe to watch the liquid swirl around inside. "Besides, this'll keep you still."

"Get off." Nekota growled, as the man giggled and grabbed hold of his arm.

"No can do, little kitty. You need to be punished."

"Let go of me!" He yelled, as he tried to push the man away from him and received another harsh blow to the face.

His vision swimming, as something stabbed him in the arm and pain filled his body. A sharp gasp leaving the teen, as he finally shoved the male off of him and scrambled away. The now empty syringe hitting the floor and shattering, as his blood smeared against the floor, and the room started to spin as his body started to heat up. A happy giggle leaving the man, as the scrape of the pocket being picked up reached his ears, and the man titled his head up with a look of amusement on his face.

"Do you like it, little kitty?" He happily questioned, as the teen's head started to pound and the edges of his vision started to warp. The man gently grazing his knife against the side of his face, as he shivered and blood started rolling down his face. "You see, my business partners created this wonderful little drug for strains. In small doses it'll get you high, but if you use enough your powers reverse on themselves and attack the user."

In an instant panic filled the younger as he stared at the man in complete horror. His mind already far too muddled to remember where his cell phone was, as his sense of reality started to waver and the edges of his vision started to warp and take over.

"So in short, I hope you like playing in your illusions little kitty. Because you're not waking up anytime soon." The man cackled, as he stood up and the wooden box was toppled over. Several glass containers of the drug rolling across the floor and stopping at his feet and the man licked at the blood on his knife with a sick look on his face. "I'll be back soon, little kitty."

The sound of his footsteps echoed in his head, as the warped edges of his vision started to burst in flames. The teen clutching at his chest, as he dug his fingers into the HOMRA crest above his heart. The tears filling his eyes, as the fire started to consume his vision and screams echoed in his ears, as the man's cackles in the distance filled the room and droplets of water fell to the rotting floor.

"S-Suoh, h-help me."


In one moment, Mikoto was talking with his clansmen about the information they dug up and the next he felt a deep pain in his chest. A wince leaving the man, as his vassal looked at him in worry, and the pain condensed to a single point above his heart. His flames underneath his skin bursting forth, as his power reacted to the pain, and his clansmen looked at him in surprise. It taking the man several moments to figure out what was going on, before his eyes widened and he was suddenly on his feet. Tatara calling out for him, as everyone scrambled to follow after him and grab their weapons, as the man forced his flames back under and glared at the sidewalk ahead of him.

Nekota was calling out for him, and he needed him now.

"King, wait up!" Tatara called, as his vassal and the others caught up with him.

Kusanagi, Chitose, Yata, Dewa, Eric, Kōsuke, and Tatara quickly catching up with his strides, as his right hand man looked at him in worry and nervously played with his lighter.

"Mikoto-"

"I know where he is." The red king interrupted, as the others blinked at him in shock and the man clenched his fist in an effort to control himself. "He finally called for my help."

"Called for help?" Kusanagi repeated, before it dawned on him and his eyes widened.

The pain in the man's chest flickering on and off, as he set a hand on the area and focused his power on it. His warmth and flames reaching out through the connection the HOMRA crest gave, as he managed to briefly touch the young strain and let him know they were on their way. The pain becoming more frantic, because of the action, as a deep frown fell over the male and he clutched at his chest.

Against popular belief, the HOMRA crest he placed on his clansmen wasn't made to make them look cool or to show off. It was a way to unite them, to show their pride, and for them to communicate with the king himself in a time of need. In the case of a kidnapping, jump, or failed mission any of his clansmen could reach out for him for help and he could come to their aid. The crest itself acting like a tracking beacon, so he could quickly and easily find them before they could get injured further or die. Of course its only downside was he couldn't locate any of them unless they called for him, so nine times out of ten he arrived too late and found one of them badly injured, but with practice they could call him before things got ugly and he would arrive before things got ugly.

This wasn't one of those times though, because if the frantic pain in his chest wasn't enough of an indication, Nekota was in big trouble. And if the prideful and closed off teen was trying to cling to his power and pull him closer, the boy was downright terrified. A thought that had him taking off into a run, as his clansmen called out for him and ran after him. The red king barely paying attention to pedestrians and crosswalk signs, as angry drivers and car horns fell on deaf ears. The pain in his chest moving him forward, till he stopped in front of a crappy looking building and tried to catch his breath. His clansmen not far behind, thankfully, as they came to a stop beside him and a few started wheezing. Yata stepping off his skateboard, as if the distance hadn't affected him at all, and glanced up at the building from beside him.

"He's here?" His vanguard asked, as the king gave him a nod and the teen frowned heavily. "Isn't this the front of the building we attacked last week?"

What? Slowly the man turned to his vanguard, and then back to the building. It taking the man several moments, before he saw the scorch marks in the alleyways and the few broken windows that jogged his memory. A heavy frown falling over the man's face, as he sized up the building and tried to sense where exactly the teen was inside of it.

Why hadn't they found any clues here before? His clansmen checked his place out first, didn't they? And if the teleporting strain lived here, then where was he when they attacked it before? None of this made sense.

"What are your orders, King?" Tatara suddenly asked, as he glanced at his vassal and was surprised to see the hobbyist glowing in a soft red aura. It more than obvious the man was going to pay the bastard back, for taking the young strain, as the king looked back at the building and let his flames burst across his skin.

"Block every exit." He ordered, as Chitose, Dewa, Eric, Kōsuke, and Yata took off to follow the request. Kusanagi and Tatara looking at him in determination, as the man headed for the steps with his friends behind him. "Back me up."

"Of course, King." Tatara spoke, as Kusanagi played with his lighter.

"Just don't get either of you killed." The blonde frowned, as the red head blasted the door apart.

The defenseless piece of wood flying across the room, as he stepped inside and was met with crates of drugs and several groups of men that were remnants of the gang they disbanded. The men looking at them in shock, before they grabbed the closest weapon beside them and came at them. Tatara easily sending a flock of fire sparrows at the men, as they exploded on contact and sent them flying. Izumo doing the same with his lighter, as shouts came from deeper in the house and more men came pouring down from upstairs and the other room. A frown appearing on the male's face, as he readied himself to attack and a hand fell on his shoulder. The king pausing, to turn to his left, and find his vassal giving him a soft smile, and tightening his grip.

"Go on ahead, King. We'll take care of them." Tatara spoke, as he stared at the male in surprise and even more men came down from upstairs in a flurry of curses and insults.

"Tatara-" Second hand was placed on his other shoulder, as he turned to find the blonde giving him a smile as well and the man's fingers dug into his shirt. "Izumo-"

"Go get him, Mikoto." The bar owner spoke, as the red king turned back to the room packed full of men and felt his flames flare out against his turmoil.

Could he really leave the two of them here by themselves so he could find Nekota? Was he willing to take the risk in leaving them behind and hope they'd make it through the battle ok? Or should he play it safe and stay with them? Then he could help them fight them all off, and then go after the boy. Or should he leave them behind and find Nekota, and make sure he was ok, before rushing back to help them? Was he willing to risk his two irreplaceable best friends, or the boy he loved?

EC.) Stay with Tatara and Izumo

ED.) Go find Nekota


Scarlett: *sighs in relief, collapsing on the couch* Finally!

Mikoto: *raises an eyebrow*

Scarlett: Fanfiction was being a britch and wasn't letting me upload chapters. So after a support ticket, and no change, I downloaded the Chrome browser and now it works like a charm.

Nekota: Safari sucks. why the hell are you using it?

Scarlett: *sweat drops* it came with the computer

Nekota: *rolls his eyes*

Scarlett: *turns to the camera* Anyway, SURPRISE! *throws her hands up in the air* Instead of Nekota being the one to make a choice, Mikoto is making the choice! *beams* I thought it might be nice to switch the choices around, so I thought I'd give it ago. But besides that, time to chose your ending for Route EA! *giggles* Have fun picking your poison my cute little fans! Will you pick the good or the bad ending? *bows* enjoy the chapter everyone!


Reviews Answered:

Panda Master X: *smiles* glad you like his name, hun. I thought it'd be cute if I named him 'little cat' instead of just giving him a standard japanese name. *sulks* And I'm a little sad that this route is ending as well, but at the same time we get to explore ones. *beams* So in the mean time I hope you enjoy this chapter and have fun picking your choice for the ending!


K and it's characters do not belong to me. They belong to Furuashi Hideyuki, GoHands, and GoRA.

Nekota however belongs to me. If you wish to use him, please ask permission before using him.